I’ve been thinking a lot about St. Teresa of Avila.
First, because it was her feast day yesterday and, as such, a special day for our own sweet Felicity.
Second, I am thinking about St. Teresa of Avila because Felicity has asked—begged, really—to portray her patron at next week’s performance of Saints & Scholars. (Shoot. I was hoping to get out of this.)
Third, I am looking to her—to this great mystic and doctor of the Church—to help me in my faltering prayer life. Yes, she is “great” but she is also simple…not as simple, perhaps, as The Little Flower, but her approach to prayer isn’t always lofty…
….and that is what this little flower needs.
“I know an old woman who is leading an excellent life. I wish I were more like her. She is a penitent and a great servant of God. For years she has been praying the classic prayers aloud. Mental prayer is impossible. Many people are like this. This does not make them second-class citizens. Ultimately many such people think that they must be at fault. They think they are backward or handicapped.
Those God calls to an active ministry should not murmur against others who are absorbed in prayer. It is all in the same package. Whether your specialty is meditation and prayer or caring for the sick or sweeping the floors in service to Christ, what should it matter? We are to do our best at whatever we do.”
Speaking of our Felicity, she and her sisters are at Grandma’s this weekend. You know what this means, don’t you? Besides a much, MUCH quieter house?
It means I get to do a massive cleaning!
Not for long, hee hee hee.
Tell me I don’t need a strong prayer life for this one.
Updated to add:
(And I can’t stop checking the driveway.)